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Daphne Kapsali

100 Days of Solitude

Synopsis

"A book for everyone”.
A personal journey that inadvertently became an alternative self-help guide to doing what you love and living as your true self – whoever that might turn out to be.
100 days of solitude is inspiring hundreds of people to seek out and claim the space they need to find themselves (without having to travel to India) and live the life they want.
Available to buy on Amazon in paperback and on Kindle.
“A masterpiece and future classic.”

Author Biography

Daphne Kapsali is a writer, translator, reluctant yogi, massage therapist, smoker, coffee drinker, guru to no one, and pathological optimist. She was born in Athens in 1978, but that was a bit of a mistake on the part of the universe, because she’s actually a Londoner. She lived in that wonderful, terrible city very happily on and off since 1996, doing a variety of fun and badly-paid jobs, until she realised she was a writer, whereupon she promptly made herself homeless and unemployed to spend a few months living alone on a small Greek island and writing full-time. She dubbed this project 100 days of solitude and the result, one hundred stories brought together under the same title, was published as a book in March 2015. Her first published novel, you can’t name an unfinished thing, was also produced during her stint as a reclusive author. Both are available in paperback and on Kindle, and both will be bestsellers.

Author Insight

Day 1: How it began

Why I decided to give up my life in London and spend the autumn and winter living alone on a Greek island.

Book Excerpt

100 Days of Solitude

Today, I am alone. I woke up alone this morning. All the rooms that had recently contained sleeping people, people I had to be careful not to disturb, are empty; all the doors are open and the beds are untouched. I made coffee loudly and played music. I let the front door slam, carelessly, and no one protested. I am alone.

I will be alone for the next one hundred days. By choice.

Last May, I took my life apart in order to put it back together in a way that made more sense. I’ve always claimed to be a writer, and that’s been both my identity, and my – rather thinly woven – safety net, but I’d done no serious writing for years. I lived in London, surrounded by amazing people and doing a job I loved, but my life was like a beautiful, serene lake: deep enough and lovely to look at, but stagnant in places, and closed in. There was nowhere to go.